Chapter 7
The duo was whizzing across the open plains and sea green waters in complete silence. They were travelling faster than before since Dodoria confirmed that Frieza and his lackey's were all flying blind since their scouters were destroyed. They were now completely unhindered and could cover more ground much faster than before.
Despite them making good time, Vegeta's thoughts were somewhere else.
'So, it turns out I was right. Frieza was the one responsible for the destruction of planet Vegeta. I just needed to hear it from the source so that I could be absolutely certain.' He mused. 'For years, Frieza looked me dead in the eye and stuck with his lame story about how it was destroyed by a meteor. And then Dodoria went and told me about how my father tried to save me. What a fucking joke!' He unclenched his teeth when he felt a sharp pain go through his mouth.
'The fact that he destroyed the planet and killed my father isn't the real issue. It's how, for years, Frieza always had a knowing look in his eyes whenever he spoke about the destruction of planet Vegeta whenever he "disciplined" me for failing an assignment. He must've been so damn pleased with himself thinking I was none the wiser.'
His eyes narrowed, rage flowing through him wild and unchecked. He needed to kill something, spill some blood to alleviate his anger before he loses his cool.
"Hello! Earth to Vegeta!"
He snapped out of dark musings and looked down at his little captive in annoyance.
"What?" He all but snarled.
Bulma narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't take that tone with me. I'd been calling you for at least a solid ten seconds with no response. It's not my problem that your head was in the clouds.
She let out a breath, letting go of her irritation. "In any case, it doesn't matter. We've reached the first village."
Vegeta followed her pointed finger, seeing the settlement in the distance. He felt a surge of anticipation go through him when he thought about how close he was to the dragon ball.
"Hey, let me do the talking here, okay?" Bulma said.
He looked down at her, his eyebrow raised. "Why?"
"Why?" She parroted, a flat look on her face. "Well, first of all, have you met you recently? Your aura alone is enough to give grown men nightmares." He smirked at that. "Secondly, they're more likely to give it to me since I'll be asking for it nicely. Cause you know, being polite actually goes a long way in getting you what you want. Something you need to learn to do for future references."
Vegeta ignored her snide comment, thinking over her proposal. He supposed there was no harm in letting her do the negotiating. It will certainly get them what they want faster. Not to mention…
The sooner they got the dragon ball, the sooner he could slaughter the entire village in order to satiate the lust for blood and turmoil that's roaring through his veins until he could confront Frieza. He smirked minutely, already hearing the screams of despair and loss as he laughed cruelly at the sight of their helplessness.
The Prince caught her gaze, the look in his eyes making her feel a little uneasy. "Have at it woman. I won't stop you."
Bulma searched his eyes, before nodding slowly. She couldn't help but feel like something was about to happen.
'Don't be silly, it's just you being nervous about coming into contact with a totally different race of people for the first time. Nothing to worry about there.'
She really hoped that was the case.
It was a normal day in the village. They were going about their own business, the adults doing the daily work and the children laughing and playing together. Nothing out of the ordinary and the day was passing peacefully.
That is until a couple of strangers touched down in the middle of the village. The Namekians took them in, curiosity shining in their eyes. A few comments about 'outsiders' and 'visitors' were muttered but nonetheless, no one made a move.
Bulma untangled herself from Vegeta's hold and, with a pointed look reminding him of their chat and him rolling his eyes in assent, made her way over to the inhabitants. She gave them the kindest smile she could muster and tried to appear as harmless as possible.
"Greetings. We apologise for landing here so unexpectedly, I promise we mean no ill intent." She said, her tone friendly and soft.
For a moment, no one said anything in response and she tilted her head slightly.
'I didn't take into account that they probably don't understand me…'
"We understand you just fine, friend. We just weren't expecting visitors not from around here is all."
But of course she said that out loud. Well, at least she knew they understood her now.
The heiress turned to the voice, seeing an elderly Namekian holding a staff step forward, a small smile on his face.
"My name is Tsuno, I'm the elder of this village. Who might you be?"
Bulma answered with a smile of her own. "My name is Bulma and that man", she gestured with her head behind her, "his name is Vegeta. It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise. So what brings you to our planet, Miss Bulma?"
"It's a bit of a long story, but I'll try to be as brief as possible. I don't know if you're aware of the situation on the planet right now-"
"Yes, we're aware." He interrupted. "In the beginning, we assumed you were with the invaders but I sensed your aura. It's pure and untainted so I knew you weren't the threat."
Bulma sighed in relief, happy she could cut her story short. "Good. Then you know that they're here for the dragon balls and they aren't interested in negotiating for them. They're all over the planet searching for villages and leaving them in ruins when they're done."
Tsuno nodded, his heart heavy with dread. "Yes, this is true. We've sensed a dark, tainted presence on the planet. It's been around for a few days now. We've been dreading that any moment, they could land in our village and steal the dragon ball from us. The same dragon ball that I assume you're here for."
"Yes, that's right. Though I assure you that we're not here to take it from you forcefully but rather to ask if you could please grant us permission to take it. We have a place where we can keep it safe from the tyrant raiding the planet and hinder his plans to use them." Bulma said, her eyes shining with genuine intent.
The elder paused, considering her words. Though he wasn't too keen on giving the dragon ball to someone he barely knew, he believed the young woman's words when she said they could keep it safe from the evil one and put a halt to his intentions. Her intentions held merit but first, he needed to be sure he wouldn't be making a mistake in giving her the precious stone.
"I don't see the harm in that logic. However, before I can make my decision, I need to ask you something."
Bulma nodded for him to continue.
"You obviously have a good amount of knowledge on the dragon balls even though you've never been to our planet before. So I'm curious as to how you know of them to begin with." He looked at her pointedly, waiting for her answer.
"I come from a planet called Earth. We have our own set of dragon balls created by the guardian of the planet who is also a Namekian. We just don't know when he came onto the planet. His name is Kami. The thing is, he died so they're obsolete now. Hence why we're here on Namek."
"I see." Tsuno rubbed his chin, his eyes narrowed in thought. That certainly lifted the worry he was feeling. For the most part anyway.
He looked over at Bulma. "I've considered your words and I would like to give you the dragon ball", he put his hand up to stop her, "But I'm wary of one small thing."
"What is it?" Bulma asked, feeling slightly dejected.
"As I said before, I sensed no malice coming from you. Your companion, however", He slid his gaze over to a now smirking Vegeta, "is a different story. I sense a great deal of evil in his spirit. It's very similar to those of the invaders. Especially the one with the largest power emanating from him. I fear that trusting him would bring more harm than good."
Bulma cut in quickly, her stance pleading with him to understand. "That large power is from a being called Frieza. He's the tyrant of the universe. Believe me when I say that that monster is the real threat here, not Vegeta."
The elder shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry my dear but I just can't take that risk."
"Alright. I think this little exchange has gone on long enough."
Bulma and Tsuno looked over to see Vegeta approaching them. She didn't know what it was but something about his demeanor made the bad feeling in her stomach make itself known again.
"Vegeta…" Bulma warned, apprehension taking hold of her heart. This wasn't good. Not at all.
He came to a stop in front of the old Namekian. "If I were you, I'd be using that ability to sense a being's true intentions to co-operate and hand over the dragon ball instead of trying to keep it from me, because if you don't", the Prince leaned forward, his entire being radiating with malice, "I'd be more than happy to show you just how right you are in your perception of me."
Tsuno took a horrified step back from the man in front of him, the warrior's dark eyes were shining with the promise of bloodshed and destruction. His instincts were yelling at him that they were all in grave danger and he had a feeling that none of them had the power to stop it.
"Vegeta! You can't just threaten to hurt them for not giving you the dragon ball! You have no right!"
He merely laughed at that statement. "Woman, we tried dealing with them your way and they're clearly not budging. So now it's time to throw the niceties out the window and do this my way."
"If you think you can threaten me and still expect to get the dragon ball then you're sadly mistaken. I would rather die than leave it in your hands!" Tsuno passionately stated. His tone got the warriors of the village to step forward, righteous expressions on their faces, ready to defend their elder and their people with their lives.
"Step back Elder Tsuno, we'll deal with him." One of the warriors said, stepping in front of the elder.
"Oh no. I'm shaking in my boots." Vegeta mockingly said, his stance completely relaxed. He widened his legs slightly, feeling his body tense with anticipation. "Last chance Namek. Hand over the dragon ball or suffer the consequences."
"Vegeta please!" Bulma pleaded, her heart racing with alarm. He ignored her.
"I refuse." Tsuno said, his eyes locked with Vegeta's.
The Prince looked at him, his blank expression giving away nothing. The villagers and Bulma had their hearts in their throats, waiting for his reaction.
Slowly, an expression so sinister that it could scare the most abominable demons in hell into submission came upon his visage.
"Wrong answer", he whispered, a wolfish grin plastered on his face.
The Prince leisurely raised his hand and aimed a finger towards the elder, a ki blast building in size and ready to be fired.
"Just know that if you kill me, you'll never find out where the dragon ball is!" Tsuno yelled.
His grin still in place, Vegeta took the radar out of his breastplate and showed it to the old fool. "I don't need you to tell me. With this device, I can locate exactly where the dragon ball is, which so happens to be in that building behind you to the right."
At that moment, Bulma cursed the day she made the radar since it was now being used by the worst person who could ever get their hands on it.
'He's really going to kill them! I have to do something!'
"No, it can't be." The old man whispered in horror.
"Unfortunately for you, it is. You've just wasted your one and only trump card. Now say goodbye!"
In the blink of an eye, Bulma jumped in front of the elder and his warriors with her arms spread. "Stop it Vegeta! You don't have to resort to this!" She cried, her expression pleading.
Vegeta scowled fiercely at her. "Woman, get out of the way."
"I'll move as soon as you put your hand down. Please, it doesn't have to end this way."
His ki blast grew in intensity. "If you don't move then I'll just blast you along with the rest of them."
"Miss Bulma, please don't endanger your life for us. You owe us nothing." Tsuno whispered, frightened for the young woman but at the same time awed by her bravery.
The heiress' expression shifted, going from pleading to fiery in a heartbeat. She widened her stance and lifted her chin, her gaze never leaving Vegeta's.
"Then so be it. Fire that blast and prove that you're no better than Frieza."
Vegeta smirked cruelly at her, not fooled by her little act of bravery. "Don't waste your breath woman. I never claimed to be better. I'm a killer, just like him."
"But you could be. Better, I mean." Saying a silent prayer, Bulma started walking slowly towards him, her eyes still locked on his.
"You don't have to kill to get your way, not anymore. You're free from his clutches." Stopping just in front of his ki blast, the heat of it palpable through her jumpsuit, she spoke again. "You can be whatever the hell you want, instead of staying in Frieza's shadow."
The Prince gazed into her crystal blue eyes, shining with a righteous flame so bright, it dwarfed the heat of the planet's three suns. He moved his eyes over to the villagers behind her and grimaced heavily.
Who the hell did she think she was telling him that he didn't have to kill?! She was just a weak human that he could snap in half with his will alone. She had no place addressing him in such a manner! He ought to make her eat her words and kill her for her insolence!
Steeling his resolve, he clenched his jaw and prepared to fire his blast. Until he made the mistake of looking into her eyes once more.
Their radiant blue hue still burned with virtuous indignation, innocence, life...and something else. Something he'd never seen before.
Belief...in him.
She still held belief that he would not kill them. She stood tall, fierce and proud. The scent of her fear permeated the air around them and yet there she stood, her sapphire eyes locked onto the eyes of her executioner and burning bright with life.
"You can be whatever the hell you want, instead of staying in Frieza's shadow."
Her fervent expression reminded him of...himself. That was the exact same expression he wore every time he was forced to kneel before Frieza but never looking away from his gaze. Gods above, the more she looked at him, the more he felt the heat of her blue flames scorch his very being. It set a fire in his veins that reciprocated in response.
The Prince growled savagely at his thoughts and gathered the blast in the palm of his hand, swinging his arm back and firing.
Bulma crossed her arms and closed her eyes, waiting for the end. A huge explosion rocked the terrain and she screamed, falling to her knees. She coughed from the dust cloud and stood up, fanning it away from her face.
'I'm still alive. Unreal. Then what did he shoot at?'
Bulma turned to inspect the damage, almost fearful of what she'd see.
"Oh my Kami…" she whispered.
Just behind the village, lay the rubble of what used to be a huge mountain. He'd somehow managed to bypass everyone and blast it into smithereens.
'We were literally millimetres away from biting the dust.'
The heiress slowly turned back to face Vegeta. His back was to the rest of them, his arms were crossed so tightly that his muscles were bulging and she could see that his tail, although around his waist, had bristled three times its normal size.
"Vegeta?" She called out softly.
"You'd be wise to keep your mouth shut and get the dragon ball. Right. Now." She shivered lightly, feeling the temperature around them dropping with the soft tone of his words.
"But-"
"Miss Bulma", Tsuno quickly interrupted, "Please follow me. I'll lead you to where the ball is kept."
The villagers murmured lightly around him.
"Elder Tsuno, you can't…"
He raised his hand slightly. "I've made my choice. This way my dear." He led the way to the dragon ball. They arrived at the small building and walked inside.
"Oh my goodness." Bulma whispered in awe.
There, on top of a beautiful purple pillow, sat the biggest dragon ball she had ever seen. It easily dwarfed the ones on Earth.
"Here you are." Tsuno took it from its perch and handed it to her.
She took it, feeling its weight in her arms. "Thank you so much."
He nodded slightly. "Just think, I really wasn't planning on giving it to you until what I witnessed changed my mind."
Bulma looked at him apologetically. "I'm so sorry about Vegeta. I was truly hoping he wouldn't resort to threatening you like that."
"It's alright child. It wasn't your fault. In fact, we owe you our lives. If you hadn't been here, this may have ended in a completely different way. In any case, his very-real threat wasn't the only contributing factor to my decision."
"It wasn't?"
He shook his head. "It was strange. I was certain that we were all about to die...until you spoke up." Tsuno gazed into Bulma's eyes. "After you gave him your passionate speech, I felt something. His expression gave away nothing but in his spirit I sensed hesitation. He was conflicted about what to do. Something tells me that for a warrior like him, hesitating with the simple decision of 'kill or don't kill' never happens, and it's all thanks to you."
Bulma almost dropped the ball from her grip. "What? No way, that's not true. He only changed his mind cause I compared him to Frieza."
"Exactly, and that wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been here to say those words to him. You played a role in his decision and that clearly doesn't sit well with him at all."
She scoffed, "Understatement of the century."
Tsuno chuckled lightly. "In any case, we're forever grateful to you for saving us. There aren't a lot of beings out there willing to jump in front of complete strangers and risk their own lives."
Bulma smiled softly, a small blush on her cheeks. "It was no problem really. Well, I should get going before Vegeta decides to change his mind again."
"Of course. Just out of curiosity, what wishes are you planning to make with the balls?"
"Oh, uh I-" she paused, processing his words. "I'm sorry, did you just say wishes?"
Tsuno nodded. "Yes, wishes. Our dragon has the ability to grant three wishes."
Three wishes?
Three whole wishes?!
Holy shit!
This was perfect! With three wishes, they could use one to bring the guys back and Vegeta could have the other one to wish for immortality! Well, no not immortality. That was a bad idea through and through. There had to be another way, another wish he could make in order to help him in his fight against Frieza!
Oh, wait…
Bulma groaned, feeling hopelessness start to wash over her again. "That's actually the least of our worries. We still need to find a way to get the other balls away from Frieza without him finding out. Honestly, I don't see how we can manage to do it without attracting his attention or getting ourselves killed in the process."
"Hmm." Tsuno scratched his chin, trying to come up with something. "I'm sorry but I'm at a loss myself. It really doesn't look too good. But I have faith that somehow, you'll find a way."
"I hope so. I really do." She mused.
"And when you do, come back here and we'll give you the password."
Her eyes snapped up. "Password?"
The elder nodded. "Of course. The dragon balls won't work without the password. It's a failsafe for events such as this one."
But of course there's a password. Well, if nothing else, it was a small comfort knowing the dragon couldn't be summoned all willy nilly.
They left the hut and made their way back to the front of the village. Bulma saw that Vegeta was still in the same spot she left him.
"This is where we part. Keep your eye on the ball at all times and remember what I said." Tsuno told the young woman.
Bulma nodded. "Yes of course. Thank you again."
"Take care Miss Bulma. Until we meet again."
The heiress smiled and turned, making her way towards Vegeta. The closer she got to him, the more worried she got. He was still as tense as before, if not more.
"I got it." She said softly, waiting for him to respond.
He turned around and looked at the ball in her hands before catching her gaze. Her heart started beating faster when she looked at him, his blank expression doing nothing to ease her worry.
'It's not just his face. It's his eyes too. His face is blank but his eyes are burning with anger.'
She started to fidget, feeling small under his heavy gaze. "We should go back to the capsule house so we can leave the ball before finding another one."
He nodded minutely, his face cold as ice. Before she could do anything, he unceremoniously tossed her over his shoulder.
"Hey, watch it! I almost dropped the ball!" She yelled.
"Quiet." His tone was gentle yet venomous. It was unnerving. He was starting to scare her a little.
Bulma decided to keep her mouth shut and say nothing. She knew when to pick her battles and could see that this definitely wasn't the time to fight with him. She watched as the ground beneath her got smaller as he levitated before he took off towards their base.
'I just hope that he'd have calmed down by the time we get back.'
This could get ugly.
Tsuno stood silently watching the young woman and her companion flying into the distance, the precious gem in their possession shining radiantly even from where he stood. Once they were out of sight, he let out a quiet sigh and turned back towards the village.
"Elder Tsuno, are you sure that giving them the dragon ball was the right thing to do? It could have negative repercussions later on." One of the villagers stated, his eyes lit with a hint of concern.
The elder nodded in affirmation. "I understand your concerns but I truly believe the ball is in good hands. That young lady will protect it with everything she has, I'm sure of it."
"Elder Tsuno! Are you alright?!" A small voice cried out.
The old Namekian turned to face the source of the voice, his eyes widening when he saw Dende running towards him with two beings similar to Bulma right behind him.
"Dende my son! What brings you here?" He asked, pleasantly surprised to see the young boy.
The young boy stopped in front of him, his eyes shining with happiness. "I came here to see if you were all alright. Thank goodness nothing happened to you."
"Likewise Dende. I'm glad to see you are alright as well. Did Mori send you here by yourself?" His heart filled with anxiety when he saw the light in the child's eyes dim at the mention of Mori.
"No he didn't. Our village was attacked by outsiders, evil men who destroyed everything and killed everybody looking for the dragon ball. I'm the only one left." He muttered, his voice filled with sorrow.
"Those monsters!" One villager cried out.
"How could they so callously kill our brothers?!" Asked another.
Tsuno held on to the young boy's shoulders. "Dende, how did you manage to escape?"
"They saved me from the evil ones just before it was too late." He looked up as Dende gestured to the two strangers behind him. One of them was a short male dressed in an orange and blue outfit while the other was a young boy dressed in Namekian clothing. How curious.
"Thank you both for saving my son. You have our eternal gratitude." Tsuno said to them.
"Please, you don't need to thank us. We did what we had to do." The short man walked forward with a smile.
"My name is Krillin. And this is Gohan." He gestured to the young boy beside him.
"I am Tsuno, the elder of this village. May I ask, just how did you manage to save Dende from the invaders?"
Krillin's gaze faltered for a second before he spoke. "We sensed a great, evil power in the general direction of Dende's village and went to investigate. When we got there, we saw that the oppressive power came from a being who was giving orders to his soldiers to slaughter the villagers and take the dragon ball. The elder of that village had managed to destroy the devices that the soldiers used to track their power levels so that they couldn't find any other villages. They killed him for that and unfortunately Dende was the only one we managed to save."
"I see." Tsuno said solemnly. Mori was a wise man who used his cunning to save them until the very end. His loss was a great one. "And what brings you to the planet? Are you also in search of the dragon balls?"
"Well, yes and no. While we did come here to search for the dragon balls, we also came to rescue our friend who'd been kidnapped by a Saiyan named Vegeta from our home planet. He took her because he believed she'd be useful in helping him find the dragon balls. That's one of the reasons we came here as fast as we could. We felt his energy so we came to try and stop him from destroying your village and taking the ball." Krillin explained.
"Yes of course. The young woman named Bulma. She was here with the man you spoke of not so long ago, asking for the dragon ball. Although I never did get an answer as to why they needed them"
Gohan stepped forward. "We're not too sure either but since Vegeta wants to use the balls to make a wish, it can't be good. You see, he came to Earth along with another Saiyan so that they could use our dragon balls for their own purposes. Our planet's best warriors came forward to try and stop them but in the end, it wasn't enough. A lot of our friends died in that battle, one of them who's life force was tied to the dragon balls. So we came here to search for the dragon balls so we could wish them all back."
'That was the plan, until we ran into another problem in the form of Frieza. So now we have Vegeta and Frieza to deal with. Jeez, why can't anything just go according to plan for once?' Krillin inwardly groaned.
"Elder Tsuno we have to help them! Vegeta is to them what that monster Frieza is to us. We have to help them wish their friends back!" Dende confidently exclaimed.
The old Namekian sighed heavily. "I know that Dende and I would like to help them but", he looked at the boys, "Unfortunately, as I stated before, they already left with the dragon ball just before you arrived. I'm terribly sorry."
"It's not your fault sir. Considering your lives were threatened in exchange for it, we completely understand. But that Vegeta, I just don't trust him. Not one bit. I wouldn't put it past him to kill Bulma and take the dragon ball for himself." Krillin said, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.
"No, I don't think he will. He had the chance to do away with her along with the rest of us when she challenged him." Tsuno stared into the distance as he thought back to that fateful moment. "It was a peculiar sight. His outward appearance was similar to a statue, cold and unmoving. Yet his spirit was conflicted, an inner war taking place. And instead of going through with his threat, he pushed his inclination to kill aside and spared us all. That on it's own helped me to make my decision."
"I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it for myself." Gohan chimed in. "As soon as he moved to attack, we were about to jump in until we saw his blast hit the mountain instead of Bulma or any of you. It was unexpected to say the least."
Krillin shook his head, his arms crossed. "One little blip in judgement doesn't change anything Gohan. He's still a major threat to her and we have to get her back. And we still need to gather the dragon balls and wish all our friends back." He let out an agitated breath. "Man, I wish Goku was here. He'd know what to do."
The whole village was silent, lost in their thoughts until Tsuno's eyes widened in realisation.
"Dende, why don't you take them to see Guru? I'm positive that he would be able to come up with a way to assist your friends in their journey."
"Of course! That's a great idea elder!" Dende exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Guru? Who's that?" Gohan asked.
"Guru is the oldest Namekian and the father to all of us. He's also the one whose life force is tied to the dragon balls. If there's anyone who can lend you a hand, it's him. I guarantee it." Tsuno explained.
"That's great! So where is he? Is he close by?" Krillin asked.
The elder narrowed his eyes, his expression thoughtful. "He's northeast of here. It should take you a few hours to reach him."
"Okay. Gohan, let's get-" Krillin stopped as he felt Vegeta's power level. He was on the move, heading somewhere and...Bulma wasn't with him! Perfect!
"What is it Krillin?"
The monk smiled brightly at his young friend. "Change of plans. Dende and I are going to see Guru. You should go to where Bulma is. She's somewhere south of here. Vegeta just flew off somewhere and he left her alone. This is our chance to get her back!"
Gohan grinned widely, his heart racing with excitement. "That's great news! Okay, I'm on it."
"Good luck kid. Oh, by the way. Did you remember to put the transmitter in your bag?"
The young Saiyan patted his backpack in confirmation. "Yep, right here."
"Great! Hopefully Bulma will be able to talk to her dad." Krillin faced the old man. "Thank you again for your help sir. We really appreciate it. Just be on the lookout for any of Frieza's soldiers. They're dressed in the same armour as Vegeta so they'll stand right out."
"Of course. I wish you well on your endeavours my friends. Good luck."
Krillin nodded, hope slowly making its way through him. Maybe they could actually get this in the bag.
"Alright Gohan, let's do it!"
"Right!" He exclaimed.
Krillin smiled at the young Namek excitedly. "Lead the way Dende!"
The trio blasted into the air and took off on their respectful missions, mindful to keep their power levels low to avoid detection.
Things were starting to look up for the Earth warriors. They'd find a way to bring their friends back to life and rescue Bulma from Vegeta. Not to mention, Goku was hopefully on his way! They had to hold on a little bit longer!
They just had to.
Author's Note: Hello! I'm back from the purgatory known as exams! It took far too long but at least it's over now.
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! It's one of my favourites so far! I really hope it was worth the wait.
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